Erin was huddled near the fireplace with a stinky bear pelt that hadn't been washed since the first time she got it from Faro.
She stared at the fire that began to die down, so she grabbed another log and threw it into the fire.
She didn't know whether it was morning or night in this place because the sky was mostly dark, and the temperature had gotten so cold.
She hadn't left the cabin since the first time she was trapped here. She didn't bathe because there was no warm water for a shower, but she still washed her face with a towel dipped in boiling water, the same boiling water she would use to boil the fish she usually ate.
She threw a dump in a bucket outside, using the snow to wash the dirty bucket before reusing it.
She was dirty and smelly, but she did everything she could to survive this harsh situation.
"How long has it been?" Erin asked herself.
Days?
Weeks?
Months?
